Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life

Postin' drugs all the time, don't fall for it Postin' guns all the time, don't fall for it Postin' money all the time, don't fall for it Don't fall for it They probably gon' call this hate, but People always hate the truth, fuck it Promotin' Lean but

You're like a firebird There's maybe some but none like you I keep my eyes wide open so I But if your words get suddenly blurred Remember that the truth is always worth seeing You're like a firebird in the sky Shining for a challenger in the night Just

Getting over you Someone new But the truth is I could spend my whole life getting over you Late nights, not you Someone else in this cold bed And I wonder if I’ll ever let go Yeah yeah yeah I tried spending

We have all heard what we wanted to hear Truth that sounds right to our ears But what wisdom is there within us To live based on the feeling of our hearts How many times has instinct let us down Never to be thought through, never to be questioned Say

Jah live, children, ye-ah! Jah, Jah live, children, yeah! Let Jah arise The truth is an offense, But not a sin. Is he who laugh last, Children, is he who win. Is a foolish dog Bark at a flying bird.

My rhymes so unspeakable My dreams so unreachable Give it a purpose, cause life itself isn't meaningful Now that's the truth, I'm speaking for the youth That's aiming for the top but falling from the roof Here we, here we go again, with my paper and my

Lies and deceiving is what I'm believing Up to my knees so hard to breathe It helps that you aren't there Can't figure out what's the right thing for me Guess I'll have to wait and see So understanding but so far from the truth It's what I have to live

'Cause you know the truth hurts But secrets kill Can't help thinkin' that I love it still Still here, there must be something real 'Cause you know the good die young But so did this And so it must be better than I think it is Gimme those eyes, it's easy

You're fighting me, you knew me, all desires No lock or key can hide the truth you're keeping from me It's a feeling, I don't belong here But a man's on the outside looking in, wondering who's in his old armchair It's a feeling, you never belonged to me